Immortal Father
Chapter 680 - 680 238 The Ancient Battle Witch Three More Updates!

680: Chapter 238: The Ancient Battle Witch [Three More Updates!

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Vote!]_2 “The many battle formations of the Human Race were actually inspired by the Witch Clan.”

“Emperor Jun employed a strategy, provoking enmity between two Ancestral Witches who were already hostile to each other, the Water God Gonggong and the Fire God Zhurong.”

“I have heard of this legend,” the Disciple said.

Li Ping’an replied with a smile:

“In their great battle, Gonggong and Zhurong unleashed their true power.

Zhurong was accidentally killed by Gonggong, who suddenly realized what he’d done and, feeling unable to face the remaining ten Ancestor Witches, remembered that it was Emperor Jun who had sown discord among them, and thus he charged at Mount Buzhou.”

“Mount Buzhou collapsed, the sky tilted, the earth overturned, the palaces of heaven nearly fell, and a great flood descended, wiping out countless lives.”

“It was then that the Holy Mother mended the heavens, and six Sect Hierarchs joined hands, cutting off the limbs of Beizhou Great Turtle to forge pillars of heaven.

Bearing a grudge, the heart of North Sea Great Turtle transformed into a boundless noxious miasma, turning the Northern Continent into a land of poison barriers.”

“After its reincarnation, the Great Turtle became the Human Emperor we know today…

But how does this relate to Xingtian?”

“It goes like this.”

Yun Zhongzi nodded with a smile, continuing:

“At that time, following the deaths of Gonggong and Zhurong, the remaining ten Ancestor Witches harbored deep hatred for the Heavenly Emperor Emperor Jun, but they also knew that without the Divine Extermination Formation, they were no match for Emperor Jun and East Emperor Taiyi.”

“Thus, the proud Witch Clan fought against the New Heavenly Court while preserving their strength and seeking allies.”

“To compensate for the loss of the Divine Extermination Formation, they nurtured a group of powerful witches.”

“The Witch Clan initially reproduced by the Ancestor Witches shedding their blood; a single drop could transform into a powerful witch.

They planned to use this method to create new Ancestor Witches, at the very least to wield the Divine Extermination Formation.”

“Xingtian was a powerful witch of this kind.”

Li Ping’an nodded slowly, deeply engrossed.

As a witness to the entire ancient era, Yun Zhongzi’s account was undoubtedly credible.

After the conclusion of the ancient war that brought down the Heavenly Court, the Ancestor Witches were either dead or injured, yet the powerful witch Xingtian was fortunate to survive and became one of the few with the highest authority among the Witch Clan.

The Witch Clan coexisted with the Hundred Clans and the Human Race because, in the end, it was Suiren and his hundred thousand Human demonic soldiers who overthrew the Heavenly Court.

Therefore, abiding by their promise, the Witch Clan nominated Fuxi Shi from the Human Race as the common ruler of the world, and for a time, there was peace.”

But as the Human Race began to show its unique advantages and Fuxi Shi spread the practice of Qi refinement widely, the notion that the Human Race should be the central figure of heaven and earth gained traction.

The Witch Clan and the Hundred Clans began to target the Human Race.

After the eras of Fuxi Shi and Shennong Shi, the contradictions among the clans finally erupted during the time of Shennong Shi’s succession.”

The Chi You Clan, representing the Hundred Clans, engaged in a deadly battle with the Xuanyuan Clan, which stood for the Human Race.”

“Chiyou was a witch, with the support of several powerful witches behind him,” Yun Zhongzi said:

“During the final battle of ancient times, several powerful Witches acted.

Xuanyuan Huangdi led the Human generals to fight them, and in the end, Xuanyuan Huangdi personally shattered the head of the powerful witch Xingtian.”

“After this battle, the defeated Witch Clan retreated to the Northern Continent, struggling to survive.”

“Logically, Xingtian should have fallen at this time, but later, for some unknown reason, I heard that Xingtian did not die in battle.”

“An Immortal once saw him in the Northern Continent, saying that without his head, he used his chest as eyes and his navel as a mouth, his whole body emitting resentment, just like a demon god.”

Li Ping’an leaned back.

Well, now Xingtian was in the ‘mighty eyed’ form.

Oh dear, Xingtian and the Witch Clan could possibly be incited by the Western Sect and target him, the Human Emperor of the New Heavenly Court, in the future?

Very likely indeed!

The battle between Chiyou and Xuanyuan Huangdi was a major conflict involving the Hundred Clans and the Human Race, including the Witch Clan.

Xingtian had every reason to come after his head.

Li Ping’an asked, “Teacher, is the Witch Clan very strong now?”

“That, I do not know,” Yun Zhongzi replied with a smile, “The Northern Continent is full of poisonous creatures, and the spirit veins and mines are corrupted by the miasma, so I seldom go there.”

“I understand,” the Disciple said.

Li Ping’an bowed, then sat down and began to contemplate strategies.

Yun Zhongzi asked, “What’s on your mind?”

“The Witch Clan may become a hidden threat to the New Heavenly Court.

I am concerned about this,” the Disciple explained.

Suddenly, Li Ping’an had an idea, gestured around his neck with his hand, then leaned towards Yun Zhongzi and asked in a low voice:

“Teacher, do you have any magical amulets for the neck?”

“A…

neck amulet?”

“Yes, like this,” Li Ping’an gestured a few times around his neck, “something that can especially protect the neck!”

Yun Zhongzi pondered for a moment: “That really touches upon an area I’m not skilled in.

How about this, I’ll go back and think it over, and refine a few such magical amulets for you?”

“Thank you, Teacher!”

Li Ping’an rose to his feet and made a gesture of greeting in the Daoist tradition.

“Ah, you’ve been a big help.”

…

Yun Zhongzi’s arrival had drawn attention from all quarters, but his departure was as quiet as a gentle breeze.

Unbeknownst to Yun Zhongzi, at this very moment Immortal Huanglong was supervising the construction of the Heavenly Emperor’s temple in Dong’an City, Mother Gui Ling had been burdened with the backlash of the Heavenly Dao’s power, unable to use her divine skills for a month, creating a ‘gap of a high-level expert’ around Li Ping’an for a month.

However, his quiet departure also left others with the ‘illusion that Yun Zhongzi was still at the Casting Cloud Sect.’

Yet nobody dared to come here and plot against Li Ping’an in secret.

After Yun Zhongzi had gone, Li Ping’an went to the next room to check on Mother Gui Ling, who was recovering from her injuries.

Upon seeing Li Ping’an, Mother Gui Ling’s large eyes immediately misted over with tears.

She was to blame for this mess; she had disregarded advice, insisting on thoroughly exploring inside Li Ping’an’s body.

After half a day, she understood her condition, her body uncomfortable, her Primordial Spirit encircled by the power of the Heavenly Dao, barely able to exert a fraction of her divine skills.

“Dear nephew!

What should I do!

Have I been abandoned by the Heavenly Dao?

I should not have probed within you, please, Heavenly Dao, spare me!”

“Aunt, you can speak quite smoothly now, can’t you?”

Li Ping’an said with a smile, folding his hands:

“Rest quietly for a month, and this seal will retreat on its own.

We need to keep a low profile for this month.”

Mother Gui Ling pouted, “Just a month?”

“Just one month.”

“Can you give me a written guarantee?”

Li Ping’an: …

Seeing the mist in Mother Gui Ling’s large eyes, his heart softened.

He took a Jade Talisman and wrote ‘The seal will recede after a month,’ then formally added the Heavenly Emperor’s signature.

“Hehe!”

Gui Lingling joyfully took the Jade Talisman and immediately perked up, cheerfully patting her chest with a thud.

“Don’t worry, dear nephew!

Although I can’t use my divine skills for a while, I still have some abilities.

If you encounter a formidable enemy, just place me in front of you.

As long as we transform into our original form, unless the Sect Hierarch himself is present, no one can hurt us!”

“Very well,” Li Ping’an said seriously, “Aunt, take your rest here.

I’ll arrange to have some desserts brought over…

Also, you must not mention to anyone what you saw on my Spirit Platform!”

Mother Gui Ling replied crisply, “Okay!

It’s so comfortable by your side, no scolding and lots of tasty treats, a thousand times better than my elder brother!”

Li Ping’an remained silent, gave a bowing gesture to Mother Gui Ling, then began humming ‘Heavenly Court Melody,’ sent a greeting to his father hiding by the production line, and flew directly towards his cave abode on Unnamed Peak.

The master has returned!

Although the pressure of the Xingtian Tribulation was weighing on his neck, making him feel a bit suffocated;

at that moment, joy predominantly filled Li Ping’an’s heart.

‘Master is currently in closed-door cultivation to stabilize his realm.

It’s not good to disturb him, and with Aunt Gui Ling’s powers sealed, it’s also harmles to wait a month at the mountain gate,’ Li Ping’an thought carefully.

No sooner had he left the Casting Cloud Hall on a cloud than gazes from every direction quickly focused on him.

Li Ping’an perked up, concealing seven to eight parts of his true Dao Realm, only revealing the level of a second-rank True Immortal, and pondered whether to hold a grand Dao preaching conference.

This breakthrough of his had been made possible by the insights given by his ancestor Kongming;

and logically, he should share those insights with his fellow disciples…

“Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor!”

A strange shouting voice came from the main peak.

Looking up, Li Ping’an saw three elderly men and an old woman riding on clouds and heading towards him, saluting him from afar.

They were the four disciples of the ancestors, expelled ten thousand years ago and who had only recently returned to the sect.

As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face.

Li Ping’an, with full caution in his heart, wore a warm smile and stood with his hands behind his back, watching the four approach, waiting for them to speak further.

…

Meanwhile;

In the boundless Noxious Miasma Forest of the Northern Continent.

Several shadows slipped from underground into the poisonous land of the Northern Continent, heading straight toward a large rift valley not far from the Northern Sea Shore.

That place was the current breeding ground of the Witch Clan.